TV Girl, Madison Acid - Make it Pop lyrics
[TV Girl, Madison Acid - Make it Pop lyrics]
"Every day
On every streetin every citywomen
Are insulted abused bred"
I can rock a beat plus rock around
But I think it's time to show my full range
Pull out the Glock hit him at close range
Knock their socks off
And call me fucking close-change
'Cause I'm sick of these cat-calls
I got a gat-ful
It's not a metaphor if it's actual
One on my ankle, one on my belt
And I like 'em so much I'ma shoot myself
'Cause mace is great, a knife is fine
But I like the peace of mind
That I get with my nine
M80, the queen of thieves
Not talking bamboo when she
Shoots some leaves
And this is going out to every skeeve
On every street that made me ill at ease
They want sex, but I've got what they need
Cock back
Aim it at their jockstrap and squeeze
(Make it pop) make it pop
(Make it pop)
One night I was all alone just walking
Minding my own
But then this dude kept stalking
And every girl knows just what I'm talking
I could call the cops but
I've got another option
I said, "I bet you're in the mood for love, "
"Let's go around the corner
And have some fun"
He just grinned and he grabbed his prick
And said "What's up, bitch, now suck my dick"
But I said "not yet" 'cause
I practice safe sex
Not talking 'bout pills, not talkin' latex
I got this method that's totally effective
My weapon, a nine-millimeter Smith & Wesson
And this is my idea of dome
Shove it in his mouth
Make him taste the chrome
Baby, baby keep going 'Til you hit the spot
And make it pop
(Make it pop) make it pop
(Make it pop)
"We hear that was quite a shot
You made you're a regular Dirty
Harry how'd you get to be
So good with a gun?"
"Well I've been around guns my
Whole life my daddy
Was a Green Beret good old Dad wanted
To make sure I learned how to shoot properly
Even if I was just a girl"
On every streetin every citywomen
Are insulted abused bred"
I can rock a beat plus rock around
But I think it's time to show my full range
Pull out the Glock hit him at close range
Knock their socks off
And call me fucking close-change
'Cause I'm sick of these cat-calls
I got a gat-ful
It's not a metaphor if it's actual
One on my ankle, one on my belt
And I like 'em so much I'ma shoot myself
'Cause mace is great, a knife is fine
But I like the peace of mind
That I get with my nine
M80, the queen of thieves
Not talking bamboo when she
Shoots some leaves
And this is going out to every skeeve
On every street that made me ill at ease
They want sex, but I've got what they need
Cock back
Aim it at their jockstrap and squeeze
(Make it pop) make it pop
(Make it pop)
One night I was all alone just walking
Minding my own
But then this dude kept stalking
And every girl knows just what I'm talking
I could call the cops but
I've got another option
I said, "I bet you're in the mood for love, "
"Let's go around the corner
And have some fun"
He just grinned and he grabbed his prick
And said "What's up, bitch, now suck my dick"
But I said "not yet" 'cause
I practice safe sex
Not talking 'bout pills, not talkin' latex
I got this method that's totally effective
My weapon, a nine-millimeter Smith & Wesson
And this is my idea of dome
Shove it in his mouth
Make him taste the chrome
Baby, baby keep going 'Til you hit the spot
And make it pop
(Make it pop) make it pop
(Make it pop)
"We hear that was quite a shot
You made you're a regular Dirty
Harry how'd you get to be
So good with a gun?"
"Well I've been around guns my
Whole life my daddy
Was a Green Beret good old Dad wanted
To make sure I learned how to shoot properly
Even if I was just a girl"